What do you call these two

First Kiss (Max, Ian, or Joji/reader preference)

Writer’s note: I was asked to write an imagine about Joji or Ian holding your hand and kissing you for the first time, so I decided to turn it into what I believe is called a “preference.” It involves all three of the boys (Max, Ian, and Joji), and you can read all three scenarios or just the one about your favorite guy. This is something new that I’m trying out, and I hope you guys like it! If it’s received well enough, I’ll definitely do more in the future if requested. Enjoy! :) xx

Max: “Fuck! How do you keep beating me?” Max yelled, tossing his controller aside.

You and your best friend, Max, had been playing Mario Kart for the past two hours and he hadn’t won a single game yet. It was so funny to you how frustrated he got when he lost. You giggled to yourself as he cussed and shook his head.

He noticed your laughter and turned to look at you. “Is my misfortune funny to you, (y/n)?” he asked.

“No, your reaction to your ‘misfortune’ is funny,” you corrected him, still laughing. You went on to mock him, yelling “cunt” and “fuck” in your best attempt at an Australian accent.

“Oh, that’s it! Rematch! Let’s go!” Max demanded, grabbing his controller so you could play again.

Once again, he lost.

“Shit! I’m done playing for today. This game is rigged. Let’s play something else,” Max exclaimed, causing you to laugh even harder.

“You wanna fight?” he proposed. You clutched your sides, which were beginning to hurt from laughing so much.

You and Max began to play fight, which ended in the two of you on the couch. Max was overtop of you, and you held on tightly to each other’s hands. Your laughter and screams were suddenly cut short as you realized the nature of the position you were in.

Max loosened his grip on your hands, but didn’t let go. Your eyes searched his face as his expression grew more serious.

“Can I kiss you?” he blurted, licking his lips and looking into your eyes.

You nodded eagerly and Max pressed his lips to yours. Your kisses quickly became heated. Before things went too far, you sat up and pushed Max off of you. He looked at you in confusion.

“Don’t think this will distract me from the real objective here. I’m still gonna kick your ass no matter what game we play,” you said determinedly. 

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he scoffed.

“Oh yeah, and I have a new rule,” you added.

“Which is?”

“The loser has to kiss the winner.”

“You’re on,” Max smirked. 

Ian: It was a Friday night, and you and Ian were at the arcade on the boardwalk for your first date. The two of you had been friends for what seemed like an eternity and you had always had a bit of a crush on him. So when he asked you out, you jumped at the chance. It was your first date together, so you opted for something more low-key. Since the two of you always had a little friendly competition going, the arcade was the ideal first date spot.

First, you played skeeball together and you absolutely kicked Ian’s ass. He pretended to be mad as he watched you collect your tickets, but the goofy grin on his face said otherwise. You played air hockey next, which you failed miserably at because you couldn’t stop laughing. Ian took advantage of this, sliding the puck into your slot over and over again until he won.

After another hour of playing games, you decided to take a break and walk along the boardwalk for a while. As you walked, your hands brushed against each other and you blushed. Not wanting to make the first move, you silently prayed for Ian to initiate the hand-holding.

Your prayers were answered as Ian slid his long, thin fingers between your more delicate ones. Sighing contentedly, you swung your clasped hands back and forth as you walked. Eventually, you returned to the arcade to play some more games.

“How about a rematch?” Ian suggested, gesturing to the skeeball machines.

“You’re on,” you said with a grin.

Once again, you won. As your tickets dispensed from the machine, Ian grabbed them before you had the chance to do so.

“Hey! They’re mine!” you exclaimed, reaching for them as Ian pulled them away.

“These are mine now,” Ian teased, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Come on Ian,” you whined, jutting out your lower lip in hopes of getting your way.

Ian shook his head. “Nope. Not going to work for me,” he insisted.

“What will work for you then?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“A kiss,” he said matter-of-factly.

At this, you felt a blush creep up your cheeks. You never knew Ian could be so forward. And you really wanted to kiss him. Even more than you wanted your tickets back.

Leaning in, you tentatively touched your lips to his. Saying you felt fireworks would be an understatement. Momentarily forgetting about your tickets or where you were, you wrapped your arms around Ian as he held your waist tightly. Your lips moved urgently against his, and you only stopped once you heard a mother clearing her throat in disapproval.

Pulling away quickly, you sheepishly locked eyes with Ian. He smiled down at you as he attempted to catch his breath.

“That was-” you began, cut off by your own astonishment.

“Wow,” Ian simply put it, letting out a small laugh.

Hand in hand, you and Ian exited the arcade to resume your chemistry somewhere more private.

Joji: “Come on. It’s not that bad,“ Joji assured you as you stood in line for the giant ferris wheel at the fair.

“Yes it is! I’ve hated ferris wheels ever since I was little. My brother would rock our car when we got to the top and I felt like we were going to fall out,” you said, the memory making you even more anxious.

“Well, I’m not your brother. I won’t do that. You’ll be fine. I promise,” he insisted, protectively and reassuringly putting his arm around your shoulders.

The ride stopped and it was your turn to get on. You handed your tickets to the ride operator and he secured the latch on your car.

The giant wheel started up again and you slowly made your way up to the top. Sometime during the rotation, Joji took your hand in his. You smiled, surprised to discover that you were actually enjoying yourself.

But suddenly, the ride came to a stop. You gasped, tightening your grip on Joji’s hand.

He rubbed your knuckles with his thumb, assuring you that everything would be okay. Leaning in ever so slightly, Joji gently pressed his lips to yours. All of your fears went out the window as your mind focused on his soft, yet passionate kiss.

Before you knew it, the ride was in motion again and you had reached the bottom. Reluctantly, you exited the ride and took Joji’s hand in yours once more.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” he asked, giving you a small smile.

“No, it wasn’t,” you admitted.

The two of you walked along, riding more rides and stopping to buy food every now and again. You were having a great time, and so was he.

You stayed at the fair all day, waiting until the last possible minute to head out.

You were walking to find your car when you saw the ferris wheel again. Since it was after dark, it was all lit up. You felt butterflies in your stomach, but for a completely different reason this time.

Looking over at Joji, you asked timidly, “Would you mind if we rode again?”

He grinned, grabbed your hand, and said, “Let’s go.”

anonymous asked:

Hey Audric, I've noticed some NaruSaku fans say they think Hinata's character "improved" if she had married Kiba or Neji. What do you think of that? Because I personally find it sexist to call her bad character just because of who she married.

I wouldn’t call it sexist, I just find it childish. They only say that because they think her character apparently revolved around Naruto, so having her marry someone else would somehow “redeem” her. Because you know, having feelings towards Naruto for the whole story while having absolutely no romantic chemistry with either Neji or Kiba, and then suddenly marrying one of the latter two at the end would have made her such a great character…

anonymous asked:

can i have some mccree cuddling headcanons i love that cowboy

A/N: I’m also hopelessly in love with the cowboy as well nonners, so I totally understand. – Mod D.Va


  • oH MY GOD. THIS MAN IS A CUDDLE MONSTER.
  • He’d cling to you and cuddle you literally all day if he could.
    • “Jesse I need to work.” “Just a little longer darlin’.” “You said that two hours ago.”
  • Jesse will literally try and cuddle you no matter how you’re feeling. Are you sad? Cuddles. Are you happy? Cuddles. Are you excited? Cuddles. Are you annoyed? Jesse will cuddle the shit out of you until you calm down.
  • Will come up behind you and try to initiate some cuddling no matter what you’re doing. Brushing your teeth? Cooking? Trying to make a phone call? CUDDLE TIME.
  • The cuddles are night are by far the best ones though. You and him are lying in bed, with nothing to distract you from each other, just loving cuddles and sweet kisses.
Eclipse~ Chapter One

Thank yoooou to everyone who read that lil prologue. I have a lot I want to say but I’m holding back for the sake of suspense that doesn’t exist much yet. ANyway, here’s the first chapter!


Two kids, a brother and sister, stood beside the hospital bed, waiting for their father to arrive. After finding the badly wounded girl in the burning field, they called an ambulance right away.


Thankfully, she would distract their father from the fact that they weren’t supposed to be anywhere near the fire in the first place.


“What do you think she was doing there?” the girl asked her older brother.


“Who knows? Maybe she was the one who started the fire.”


She shook her head. “I don’t think so. It looks like someone beat her up, or she took a bad fall, or… I don’t know.” After a nervous pause, she blurted, “Gosh, she’s pale. It’s a little creepy.”


“It could be ashes on her face,” he said with an uninterested shrug.


The door opened a crack and a nurse peeked in. “Kids, your father is here.” She moved back to let him into the room.


He was visibly relieved to see them both. “You two are in so much trouble. I almost had a heart attack when I realized you weren’t at home during the fire. And- oh, right, the girl. Care to explain?”


The girl answered quietly. “We found her. She needed out help.”


Their father pressed his lips together. “I don’t even want to know how you found her.” He moved closer and peered down at her through his square glasses. “What happened to her? She looks terrible.”


“We found her as she is,” the girl sighed.


He rubbed his chin as he thought. When he came to an apparent decision, he said, “Alright. Once she wakes up, we don’t owe her anything more. She looks at least eighteen. She probably has a family who’s looking for her, and the hospital can take care of that. She doesn’t owe us anything, either. Got it?”


The kids nodded in unison.


There was a knock and the doctor stepped in. “Oh, good, you’re all here. I need to ask you some questions.”


“Is something wrong?” the father asked with a frown.


“We’re not sure yet. I don’t want to jump to conclusions, of course, but we’re having some issues. There’s no ID on the body, no clues about who she is, and even more strange, we’re having some trouble getting a reading on her vitals.”


The brother and sister watched their father swallow. They knew what that meant. Something he suspected had just been confirmed.


“I wasn’t there. Feel free to ask my kids anything.” He sent a wide-eyed look at them when the doctor looked away.


“What are your names?” the doctor asked with a friendly smile.


“I’m May,” the girl said, shaking his hand.


“Derek,” her brother said with a nod. “And we don’t know anything about her.”


“We’ll see. First question: was she conscious when you found her?” The doctor held a clipboard angled away from them. Their father peeked at it over his shoulder.


“She was,” May said, thinking back. “She fainted when I shone the light in her face.”


“You were in the field when it was burning. Did you notice anything unusual? Anything strange, like a scent, a structure, something in the air?”


Derek stole a glance at their father. A bead of sweat trickled down from his forehead. “Nope. Nothing. It seemed like a pretty ordinary fire. The grass is dry this time of year, you know.”


The doctor pursed his lip and nodded. “Of course. Thanks for your help. Feel free to see yourselves out whenever you wish.”


The moment the doctor left, their father let out a sigh of relief. “Good job, kids. If what I suspect is true, it’s best it stays low profile.”


“Dad, what have you found?” May questioned.


“This was no regular fire, but I think you already knew that. Check out this footage.” He pulled up a news report on his phone and showed them the video on the screen.


The view was from the sky, probably from a high placed camera. The field was completely dark and silent. Suddenly, there were bursts of light but their source was above the view of the camera. Following the flashes, the fires started at scattered points and quickly spread with an unnatural movement.


It was clear they were no ordinary fires. They formed a two definitive shapes before spreading outwards and engulfing the whole area.


“It must be some kind of trick or a prank,” Derek insisted.


“Perhaps, but listen to this- I overheard the doctor saying they found something in her pocket. Some kind of device. They’re going to take it from her to examine.” He stole a wondering glance at the unconscious girl.


“Dad, we all know you want to look into this. This looks more real than anything you’ve ever found before,” May said gently.


He slumped over a little. “I…I’ve been trying to get away from it all. We all know the idea of extraterrestrial life is simply science fiction.” Even as the words were leaving his mouth, all three of them looked at the girl lying on the hospital bed.


“The doctor said they couldn’t get a reading on her vitals,” May said. “The field smelled like gasoline, but different from any I know. I knew there was something strange about it right away.”


Their dad grimaced. After several moments of uncertain silences passed by, he rubbed his hands together. He had come to a decision. “We’re not going to leave this room till she leaves. We’ll keep watch in shifts-”


“No way. I’m not going to waste my time here,” Derek protested. “I have things I need to do!”


“Like stalk Olivia’s social media,” May muttered.


Derek snapped, “For your information, I have homework to do.”


“It’s okay, May. At least one of us can see that this is probably a waste of time,” their dad said with a pained smile. “But thank you for your help. It’s ridiculous to think we have time to stay here all the time. I’m sure we all have things to do.”


“May doesn’t. She doesn’t have a life,” Derek growled.


“Yet, at thirteen, I have more of a life than you,” May shot back.


“Stop it, both of you!” their father said tiredly. “Let’s just go home. It’s been a long day.”


Link to the prologue: here

Rules: Only using songs from one artist, cleverly answer these 9 questions and tag 10 people

(I’m so disgustingly behind in tagged things oh god I’m so sorry)

I was tagged by @cracktheglasses THANK YOU you’re so kind, and I went with Panic! at the Disco because kylux soundtracks and also at least two wiseass answers I was dying to use.

What’s your gender? Girls/Girls/Boys
Describe yourself: Victorious 
How do you feel: Let’s Kill Tonight
If you could go anywhere, where would you go? LA Devotee
Favourite mode of transportation: Hurricane 
Your best friend: Crazy=Genius
Favourite time of day: Nine In The Afternoon 
If your life was a TV show what would it be called? Ready to Go (Get Me Out Of My Mind)
Relationship status: Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time

I apologize for targeting @irisparry @egregiousderp @pallladis @thethirstorder @sathinfection @clan-techie @n-talia-a and since we’re just getting acquainted, @marquiseoniongirl !

anonymous asked:

You should do a part two to time zones suck and make it to where Sam calls the reader and tells her to watch the video he emailed her and it's a video of him basically doing what she did and they're still in the phone so he gets to hear all of her little cries and moans

Anon, as much as I would love to write a sequel to my first smut fic ever, I don’t think it’s in the cards right now. I’m still working on Kink Bingo and a Model!Sam series that I really want to get back to writing.

But if you’re interested in more Sexting/Phone Sex/ Skype Sex fics, then @but-deans-back-tho has an aggregated list that has a few Sam fics. I’m sure one of them fits what you’re looking for.

Timezones Suck

anonymous asked:

One, can we have another picture to edit? Pretty please? It's really fun! Two, where do you download your photoshop "stickers (is that what they're called?)" like the ferns, or the precious little kitties in your page icon? Thank you xxx

the ferns can be found here and the cats are actually this font  as for the screenshot…i’ll post that like right after this :^)

anonymous asked:

That jane in charge of the baking company, she definitely dissed you. i say its a call out. Whatre you gonna do about it?

Oh, I just saw what you meant, and meh I still have two cr8s of her product, her product which she definitely doesn’t want entering the pu8lic, so I don’t really have to do anything here, I have the power in this case. 

yesiamhereisthereproblem  asked:

(If this has been asked before don't answer lol) Hi! What do you all do on your days off? Including Mod red and blu :3

Scout enjoys a doing a great many things on his day off.  He hates being bored, so he’s given himself a plethora of hobbies to keep him occupied.  Playing catch with himself, drawing in his comic, training in the gym, and playing videogames are some of his favorites.  The only problem is that he tends to stay up all night doing these things, so it can make his performance a bit off on the next day’s match.  Once a week he’ll call his mother, and the two will gab for hours on end about what’s been happening in each other’s lives.  Every now and then he’ll take the phone out to the living room and let the other mercs say hello to her, and they each get their turn to talk to her.  Scout doesn’t like it, but his mom insists.

Soldier doesn’t believe in off-days.  There’s either days they fight the Blus, or days he trains in the gym.  If neither of these options are available though, he will likely try any number of other ways to keep himself in “top shape.”  Constant arm wrestling matches (either with a teammate or by himself), weightlifting (see: lifting the heaviest thing he can find), rock climbing (Aka, climbing whatever is high and in sight) are just a few.  If he ever calms down though, he will actually try and teach himself to meditate in his room, and has recently taken up yoga (as per Medic’s orders).  He actually likes this.

Pyro loves tending to the garden in their room.  No one knows very much about what they do aside from that, but they have a wide array of music that they listen to as they craft little presents for the others.  Usually it’s little statues made of sticks that they find around the battlefield, but sometimes it can be really intricate pieces of art.  Every merc has at least one trinket from Pyro that they refuse to get rid of.

Demo likes practicing the piano whenever he gets the chance, as well as sewing up things like blankets or pillows for the others during winter.  He makes a call to home every now and then to confirm to his mother that yes, he still has the job, yes he is still doing well, and yes he is still looking for more jobs.  Oh, and if she could send him more needles and string, and maybe some more boxes of homemade c4, that’d be great.

Heavy also calls his family when he has free time, just to let them know that he is still alright and to ensure that they are fine as well.  Mostly though, he’ll know that his muscles need a rest and will just sit back with a nice book in his room.  He’s read many a classic already, and has almost finished with War and Peace.

Engineer likes fiddling with his lesser projects when he’s not strictly on-the-job.  After spending so much time with larger machines with ticks, beeps, and whirrs that he’s grown so used to; he often forgets just why he likes engineering so much.  Off-days are the times he will settle with making even a simple little watch just to watch the gears turn and listen to the gentle clicks.  And if he makes it shoot lasers and poisonous gasses?  Eh, who’s to judge?

Sniper naps.  Seriously, anytime anyone finds him on an off-day he’s usually napping.  It’s not his fault though; he has an incredibly focus-driven and stressful job that wears him out whether he admits it or not.  If he’s not sleeping though; he’s probably making sure his guns are in top condition and that his knives are properly sharpened.  Otherwise he’ll be wandering off into the wilderness on his own, just for the sake of being alone.  He always miraculously returns in time for a meal, though.

Medic enjoys relaxing a bit more on his off-days.  If he’s not practicing “medicine,” then he’ll likely be found either studying anatomy or challenging the Blu Spy head in his fridge to a game of chess or 20 questions.  If he’s particularly bored, his second-favorite pastime is trying to find a way to so much as puncture the skin of the Blu Spy head.  Nothing has worked so far.  It’s become a full-team event on weekends.

Spy mostly just stays in his smoking room during off-days, watching old movies and sipping wine.  Much like Heavy, he will read classic literature as he pleases, and might even try acting out a few of the more dramatic scenes.  Yes, Spy’s guilty pleasure is that he loves to pretend he is the hero in many of the novels and books he’s seen/read, and the perfect time to do that is on off-days.  So long as no one enters his room, no one would ever be the wiser..


The mods… haven’t actually had a day off since first getting this job.  But they do know what they would be doing if they did have a day off.

Mod Blu would likely nap snuggled with her body pillow for about half of the day, just because she’s oddly tired basically all of the time and really needs the stress relief.  She blames it on having to keep up the act of “therapist” for nine professional killers, but really she was like this before she even got the job.  If she’s not sleeping, then she’s either playing videogames or drawing; or maybe just watching Youtubers do stupid stuff on the internet.  Should she be learning how to be a real therapist?  Yes.  Is she actually doing that?  No.  Again, the girl is unbelievably stressed and would likely want a break from it all.

Mod Red might work on her stories, which are frankly mostly fanfiction (although she’d never tell anyone that part).  If not writing, she’d likely be watching purposefully bad movies both to have a good laugh and to have something to shout at.  She might try and go train at the gym sometimes, but that’s only if the mercs aren’t around stinking up the place with their BO.

anonymous asked:

When you do freewriting, what are you supposed to write ABOUT? I don't think I could write without a prompt, even if its just one word.

Freewriting kinda comes on a spectrum:

  1. At one end, there’s the freeest freewriting of all: no topic, no prompt, just you taking dictation from the noise in your head, whatever that happens to be. (Or describing what’s around you. Or writing down one word and then free-associating. Literally whatever.)
  2. At the other end, there’s what we might loosely call freewriting in the context of a project: brainstorming or very-rough-drafting. You’re still writing quickly without editing, but toward a specific goal, staying inside a narrow track of subject matter. What you’re doing is laying out and surveying your existing ideas for a project, and the freewriting protocols are just there to keep you from getting in your own way.
  3. In between those two poles are any number of “directed freewriting” games you could play. You could give yourself a one-word prompt as a “seed” for an otherwise undirected freewrite. Or you could freewrite on a specific topic. Or you could trade freewriting prompts with another writer. It’s up to you, really. That’s what makes it “free.”

The first time you do the extra free kind of freewriting, without any prompt at all, it’s going to feel weird. Because where do you start? How do you choose when all choices are equal? So you make an arbitrary choice. Then usually you just let your inner monologue guide you. The idea is to let words come to mind and write them down without thinking, so that it doesn’t feel like a choice at all. Like I said: an exercise in not giving a shit

If you have trouble getting started, though, just write “blah blah blah diddly doodly meeple moople morp.” By the time you’ve done that, more words will have probably suggested themselves.

A black cheerleader had bottles and racist slurs hurled at her during a Georgia football game

Officials from two universities in Georgia are reportedly investigating allegations of racist harassment against a cheerleader during a recent college football game.

A 22 year old GSU student was removed from the September 3 game between the two schools, after throwing a plastic bottle, which struck Sims in the face. 

He was not arrested.

He was not even arrested! WTF? He tried to harm another person! Or they do not consider a black girl as a human being? Or what? Why did another white bastard get away with his racist shit? I have only one answer to this question - this is what we call white privilege!

You can easily offend somebody and go unpunished if you are white….

#WhitePrivilege
#Racism

Watch on thisiseverydayracism.tumblr.com

White Michigan teens say blacks are ‘going to be owned by white people’ and burned on stakes in video

In a video uploaded to Facebook earlier this week, a group of students from Grosse Pointe, Michigan can be heard talking about what they would do to Black people if they were president.

As reported by New York Daily News the students recorded the video over Memorial Day weekend.

In the video a male student can be heard talking about his hatred for Black people, calling them “f—–g stupid” and worthless.” The student goes on to say, “they need to leave our country, send ‘em back to Africa, or the slaves, one of the two options.”

Another student asks, “So what are you going to do in 2040,” referring to the year he’ll become president of the United States.

The first student replies, “Oh, segregate. They get Maine, North and South Dakota, Montana, Wyoming…”

Another student asks, “How are they going to be treated?”

“Awful,” he responds, saying, “they’re going to be owned by white people, and white people are going to be the dominants of the country.”

Another student says “We’re gonna burn them on stakes.”

“No, no, no, no,” the first student replies. “We’re gonna put like a pole with those little burning things at the end and stab ‘em so you can know who the owner is and you can sell those bitches. You can trade ‘em for like cock points and shit, bro. And you can get alcohol for that shit.”

After another student asks if there’s anything else they’re going to do, the first student adds, “We’re not gonna put ‘em in coffins, we’re gonna put ‘em in a river and let ‘em swim to the Atlantic Ocean.”

WXYZ in Detroit reports that the students attend Grosse Pointe’s South High School. School officials sent a notice out to parents regarding the video. The notice mentions ‘possible suspensions.’

Article source: AddictingInfo.org.

Video source: YouTube/Facebook via Syracuse.com.

but first, some music

to do list (after the breakup):

1. take refuge in your bed.
2. cry. till the tears stop (this will take a few days).
3. don’t listen to slow songs
4. delete their number from your phone even though it is memorized on your finger tips.
5. don’t look at old photos.
6. find the closest ice cream shop and treat yourself to two scoops of mint chocolate chip. the mint will calm your heart. you deserve the chocolate.
7. buy new bed sheets.
8. collect all the gifts, t-shirts, and everything with their smell on it and drop it off at a donation center.
9. plan a trip
10. perfect the art of smiling and nodding when someone bring their name up in a conversation.
11. start a new project
12. whatever you do. do not call.
13. do not beg for what does not want to stay.
14. stop crying at some point.
15. allow yourself to feel foolish for believing. you could’ve built the rest of your life in someone else’s stomach
16. breathe

—  rupi kaur ( milk and honey )

Du bist so heiß, kein Wunder, dass die Gletscher schmelzen!
You’re so hot, no wonder the glaciers are melting!

Deine Lippen sind so rot wie Kirschen, darf ich kosten, ob sie auch so süß sind?
You lips are as red as cherries, can I taste whether they’re also as sweet?

Wenn ich eine Ampel wäre, würde ich jedes mal rot werden, damit ich dich noch länger anstarren könnte.
If I were a traffic light, I’d turn red every time so that I could look at you even longer.

Darf ich dir zwei Fragen stellen? Was sind deine Lieblingsblumen? Und an welche Adresse soll ich sie schicken?
Can I ask you two questions? What are your favourite flowers? And which address should I send them to?

Hast du mal Kleingeld? Ich hab meiner Mutter versprochen sie anzurufen, wenn ich meinen Traummann/meine Traumfrau gefunden habe.
Do you have any spare change? I promised my mother I’d call her when I found the man/woman of my dreams.

Kann ich ein Foto von dir haben, damit ich dem Weihnachtsmann zeigen kann, was ich mir wünsche?
Can I have a photo of you so I can show Santa what I want for Christmas?

Du schuldest mir einen Drink! Als ich dich ansah, habe ich vor lauter Bewunderung meinen fallen lassen!
You owe me a drink! When I saw you, I dropped mine in admiration!

Hast du eine Karte? Weil ich mich gerade in deinen Augen verloren habe.
Do you have a map? Because I’ve just gotten lost in your eyes.

Entschuldigung, ich glaube du hast da etwas im Auge… ja, es ist ein Funkeln.
Sorry, I think you have something in your eye… yes, it’s a sparkle.

Hast du mal einen Stift für mich, damit ich mir deine Nummer aufschreiben kann?
Can I just borrow a pen so I can write your number down?

Würden wir beide nicht reizend als Marzipanfiguren auf einer Hochzeitstorte aussehen?
Wouldn’t we look lovely as marzipan figures on a wedding cake?

3

“So we’ll start with weights in ten minutes. Put these on,” Sam said, handing you a folded shirt and pair of shorts.

“Sounds good. I was going to ask…” you trailed off as you unfolded them, and looked to Sam with a small smile.

“What? Not your size?”

“No. That’s not it. It’s just…these match what you’re wearing. It’s like his and hers gym clothes,” you replied. Sam’s face fell suddenly and he cleared his throat.

“It’s just what they had in the store. I didn’t really think about it,” he said, but you noted the way he avoided your eyes, the slight blush on his cheek.

“Uh huh,” you said, smile widening. Sam clapped his hands together and turned away.

“Alright. Ten minutes,” he repeated, heading down the hall, but the grin he threw over his shoulder to you didn’t go unnoticed as you held your new workout clothes in your hands.

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